Introduction
Name: Argon Sykes Aileron-Magnus
A.K.A: N/A.
Age: 24 17
Birthday: July 21
Nationality: Johtonian
Blood Type: B
Astrological Sign: Cancer
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: N/A
Occupation: Former Top Ranger (Still has his Styler!) // now works at the
unofficial Ranger Base with Hajime.
Art by: majesticleon.
Past/Bio:
A small town, he would amount to nothing that was what they told him, incredible really.
They should have realized the cliché, every character; well most of them anyhow, soon became big after leaving their towns no matter what profession they went into. Typically, everyone went into Pokémon training, sure, it was a [difficult] profession, but it was not as if he had anything to lose right?
Maybe it would have been better in the end if he had stayed in New Bark with his adopted Mother, she was rather kind, and it would have saved him a world of trouble—not that he would have if he had a chance to [“correct”] the past. Storming gyms, winning with ease, no one had expected a boy from New Bark to [deny] his starter and use a Jolteon and Larvitar. Over powered they told him, well he did not care, and he continued on his journey for a long while. ‘The New Red’, ‘Go Far Kid’, ‘Conquering the League’ so many things he had heard, each meaning the same thing, honestly. The paparazzi were very interesting, incredible really, how readily they were at picking up [everything] he did, including the gambling. What, he was more than old enough, and he was [amazing!] …cheating aside.
He could have been Champion, he really could have, but then he met [them,] the boy with forever staring crimson eyes and his happy-go-lucky friend. He thought they both seemed familiar, maybe it was his euphoric state, he had just gotten his seventh badge, no sweat, and there they were, congratulating him and offering words of praise. They both were silver-tongued, they even brought his friend he was going to meet later, and the quartet became quick friends. He really should have seen it coming, he heard stories, and Argon [knew] how capable the boy was! Yet, despite how much he knew, despite the fact Argent had [warned] him, he still swayed. Who would not have? A Champion, offering praise, offering tips, he was shady sure, but then again everyone was in a world—[corrupted as he said]—like theirs. He could trust them, he could, and Argent went along, a little less than willingly.
First, went his other Pokémon except for his [two] starters. A trainer was stronger when he or she focused on lesser Pokémon, there was less of a need to grind levels and share experience between six. He sent them back home, his Mother was confused, but she was fine with caring for them.
Second, went his badges, one by one, he was reluctant about that, and [he] understood, but he told him it was worth it. Argon was understandably confused when they handed him a Styler, not even a ranger one, but a school one. He claimed that he did not have enough authority to ask for a higher one, the green-colored one argued a little over that and they let the topic slide.
Third, went his training license, his mentor did not need his apparently. Argon did not mind, to be frank, he was far too busy perfecting his stance, his abilities with the Styler, it was perfect, he was one of the best. He remembered he called his mother that day to inform her of his progress, she was proud, confused, but proud. He also recalled telling her that he was going to stay in Cianwood for a while, there were buildings there, places he could study up, and at least that was what Red had recommended and Red had not steered him wrong before right.
Fourth, went Argent who, who…honestly, he did not quite remember, something about being a bad influence…whatever happened to Argent? He should have asked, he never asked. What happened to his friend? Did he ask Red, he did not recall, but…something must have happened?
…
He had been foolish, foolish to believe everything went well, sure he was a ranger [an amazing one] if the Fine Styler on his wrist anything to say about it. One day, out of nowhere, a report, maybe he had been drinking; it was a hazy kind of memory. It was raining as well, a light kind of drizzle; he had thought nothing of it. Why should he have worried? His Pokémon were on his belt, the two he kept for so long, and Goldenrod had been rather quiet for the most part, well except for the occasional battle of course.
Some he actually partook in, against the ranger rules, but they already knew who he was.
Paranoid was he paranoid, his memory was hazy, he could not recall everything that had occurred that night, but he did remember…
He remembered pleading…and a [BANG.]
About Him
Personality:
- Courteous: Sometimes
- Risk-Taking: Sometimes
- Ambitious: Never
- Curious: Often
- Self-Controlled: Often
- Nurturing: Rarely
- Trusting: Typically
- Honest: Dependably
- Loyal: Typically
- Affectionate: Generally
- Romantic: Usually
- Flirty: Sometimes
- Sympathetic: Often
- Altruistic: Never
- Optimistic: Rarely
- Observant: Sometimes
- Logical: Rarely
- Social: Very outgoing
- Emotions: Somewhat controlled // but not really
Fears:
- Ankylophobia
- Hoplophobia
- Asthenophobia
- Athazagoraphobia
- Ataxiophobia
- Catapedaphobia
Traits:
- Stubborn
- Freewheeling
- Lazy
- Flirty
- Trusting
- Competitive
- High-Spirited
- Determined
- Steadfast
- Adaptable
- Well-rounded
- Idiosyncratic
- Ambitious
- Arrogant
Appearance:
Height: 5’7”
Skin Tone: Sun-Kissed
Eye Color: Honey Gold
Hair
- Color: Raven-black
- Highlights: None
- Length: Tips of ears, a little over tips
Extra:
- Scars: Major ones under gauzes, minor ones, plethora on back, a few
on his forehead, nasty snaking one on the side of his stomach
- Piercings: None
- Tattoos: Two Unown-based ones under eyes
- Scent: Honey
Extra Information
Quote: “Winning
is a state of mind that embraces everything you do.” –Bryce Courtenay
Song: Young Volcanoes –Fall Out Boy
Food: Rawst Berry Pie
Drink: Lemonade
Color: Platinum
Animal: Mightyena
Flower: Bird of Paradise
Season: Summer